"Is there a problem?" Dr Wilson towered over Frodd, his gaze narrowed darkly at him.
"I was leaving." Came Frodd's response, he made sure he wasn't standing so close to the man who had thrown him to the ground, once—in NewYork. His ankle had been sprained in the process, and the pain still jerked at his muscles. Frodd was certainly not giving him any chance to hurt him again.
Frodd heard Ava giggle in the corner, and people were beginning to stare at them. Some, eagerly waiting for drama, while others simply ignored them, so long as their peace wasn't interrupted.
"Why did you come?" Dr Wilson continued, clearly ignoring what he said. He took a step closer to measure him up some more.
